VOL. V, NO. 2
OCTOBER 4, 1963
Greetings! Morfit has been on the loose - seeing what's been going on around this great institution of higher learning. It's surprising to see how well the girl's hockey classes are coming. The crop of goalies is especially good. . . right, Pat Wiley? Sally Hunt pulled a switch‑mainly by turning her shin‑guards upside downs.

When Mary Jefferson says to stop fooling around with the Kick Off Dance decorations, she means it! Ya hear, Connie Zijewski ? I move that we all chip in and buy Ralph Fish a roll of masking tape to keep those rainbows from scratching his neck we wouldn't want to hamper his superb drumming technique. While we're on the subject of the dance, let's get some bigger punch cups and smaller ladels‑right, all you sherbet fingered young men?

Accidents are in style, so are tempera‑speckled legs, that's what we hear from Sue Dombrowski, anyway. Are your legs shrinking or are you sitting in print shop, Jens Brasch? Gee, Claudia Burnett and Beth Holmgren, are you enjoying Canterbury Tales? It sounds like it in study hall. How do you find life now that you are big sophomores, Carl Basner and Pete Kulik? Did ya see that Randi Johnson and Maureen Quinn managed to get their pictures in the Daily News? What next Mad Magazine? What's cooking in Home Ec? "Muffins a la Cinnamon" when Clare Weretka, Lorrie Wolski, and Becky Conklin are doing the cooking.

I've been going to watch the band lately. Poor Steve Lilia, "the littlest baritone," doesn't know what "MT" stands for Marty Theusch, silly boy! Since when do marching uniforms include bermuda shorts and bare feet, Wayne Markworth and Kent Krautstrunk?

Thanks to Jane Hasse (Boise, Idaho), I bought myself an Independent Pendant and was elected Homecoming Queen at K‑Nine Kennel School for Dogs. After the excitement, I had to retire to my doghouse and write to Tom Jesky, after seeing what the Independent Pendant can do for me, I've got to try the Genuine, Carved Ivory, Good luck Karachi Elephant! Maybe Tom knows where I can get one. . . maybe?